Trees of my ancestors
Standing tall, overlooking the winding river
Reduced to blackened stumps,
Trees of my ancestors massacred.
The wind lost without the leaves,
Can the trees hear me sing in broken notes?
The rustling leaves gone,
The birds stopped their music.
I long to be a majestic tree, my roots deep into the Earth
Overlooking the winding river bubbling in laughter
The clouds kissing its branches
Sharing the songs of the Earth
Alive in sunshine
Breathing in the morning mist
Dancing like no one cares.
I can no longer dream at night,
This heartache. Am I the only one to bear?
The knowledge of the trees gone,
This land without memory.
Published in the anthology Songs of Raengdailu.